Finished – last night – reading Use of Weapons by Iain M. Banks.
It’s a curious book. There’s no single page that could be considered poorly-written, no individual scene that doesn’t work. But, two-thirds of the way through Use of Weapons, I suddenly found myself wondering: Is he going somewhere with all this?
I was more disappointed than surprised by the ending. (Perhaps this is how people felt about that Stephen King novel where the Unseen Evil Stalking the Town turned out to be…a guy in a clown suit.)
I imagine I’ll read more of Mr. Banks’ books, one of these days, if I can get them cheap for the Kindle.